The Existant

A book cosmological prose poems. It is said that there was a time

when there were no men . . .

That we slowly came to be,

that we emerged into the order of things,

a product of that order,

a minded-something out of a mindless chaos . . .

That we did not thrust ourselves into being,

but simply awoke one morning

and were here . . .

That we are part of an emerging order,

a vast, mindless system of comings and goings

in a roulette-wheel universe.

. . . but the same fantastic energies

roaring in the hearts of suns,

are flickering persistently within ourselves